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“Yes, please, more, Sir.”

“I’m not your Sir right now, he is. You needhispermission.” He still needed to get used to saying that. So did Erin. For years, he was her only Dom, now they had to get used to Dylan also stepping into that role.

Her eyes shifted to Dylan, who had his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he drove into her, not even skipping a beat during that interaction.

“Have you been a good girl?” Dylan demanded through clenched teeth.

The praise made her quiver against Ford. “I’ve been a perfectly good girl, Sir.”

“Do you think I should let him reward you for being soperfectlygood?” Dylan asked next.

“Yes, Sir.Please.”

Dylan’s gaze lifted to meet Ford’s again. “You have my permission to twist as hard as you can. Let’s see if you can get her to say a certain color.”

While Ford loved a challenge and tended to push Erin to the point where she teetered on saying “red,” he didn’t like taking it far enough where she actually had to use it. He always restrained himself.

But then, unlike Dylan, he’d had years to learn her limits while her ex was starting from scratch.

He and Dylan both agreed, if they ever wanted to do a scene with someone who could take it rougher than Erin, or even dothings she didn’t want to do, they’d have no problem finding a guest on the ranch more than willing to step into her place. As always, she’d have the opportunity to be in attendance, either simply observing or by joining them in play.

But they’d never involve anyone else without her approval first. The same way she wouldn’t do the same. It all boiled down to respect and being open with each other about their wants and needs.

Some days he was perfectly fine with having a quickie or missionary-style sex with Erin, like Dylan was doing now. On others, he wanted to take things far enough she’d drop into her subspace. Of course, that took more time and effort than a quick fuck.

Dylan was also learning to enjoy the bliss that came with being a submissive. As was Ford. He had to admit, doing so had enhanced his sex life so far. He had no doubt that Dylan felt the same way, even though he hadn’t stated it out loud yet.

He would, when he was comfortable with that acknowledgement.

Patience was also key when dealing with any kind of relationship, poly or otherwise, but it was especially important when more than two people were involved. A typical couple’s relationship was difficult enough. Adding others required more work to keep it successful. However, a few weeks ago over dinner, they did agree that the work they were putting in had been worth it.

The moment anyone in their throuple decided it wasn’t, they promised to openly discuss it.

“Kiss me,” Dylan demanded, the fire in his eyes roaring bright.

At first, Ford thought he was talking to Erin. It turned out he was wrong.

When he leaned in, Dylan rose up and their mouths fused together. The more their tongues battled, the faster Ford stroked his own cock, and the quicker Dylan pumped in and out of Erin.

She reached up and cupped Ford’s cheek with one hand and Dylan’s with the other. Her ragged whisper reached his ears. “So beautiful. I love watching the two of you together.”

It turned out they both enjoyed putting on a show for her, too. Either she watched them while she played with herself, or she eventually joined in once her pussy was soaked and her inner thighs slick.

Ford was sure it was that way right now as their shared kiss became more intense and Dylan continued to plunge his cock into her.

With a jerk, Dylan broke his mouth free, drove his hands and knees into the mattress, met Ford’s eyes head on and slammed into Erin one more time, making her cry out and her body arch to meet him.

Ford had to stop stroking to avoid coming while watching that. When Dylan finally landed back in the real world, he announced between harsh pants, “I left you a gift. What you do with it is up to you.”

“So generous,” he teased. But in truth, it was no secret that Ford enjoyed fucking Erin after Dylan filled her with his cum. If they were both going to fuck her, he always chose to go second. Dylan never fought him over it since he wasn’t into it as much as Ford.

What could spark one person’s fire could effectively douse another’s.

Ford asked, “Did she come?”

Dylan only nodded since he was still trying to rein in his breathing.

Erin’s blissed-out expression made him ask, “How many times?”

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